The sea roared that night, waves crashing against the battered ship that once belonged to the royal fleet. Smoke curled into the sky as flames licked the sails, and among the chaos, the captured prince was dragged onto the deck of a far more fearsome vessel—the Crimson Fang

A figure stepped forward, boots heavy on wet wood, a wicked grin cutting across his face. His coat was torn at the edges, trinkets and weapons hanging at his belt. It's was Blitz the king of seven seas. The crew fell silent as their captain raised his hand, all eyes on the prize they’d netted from the wreck

"Well, well, well... look what the storm washed up onto my deck. A shiny little prince all tied up in ribbons of fate. Don’t look so offended, featherhead—out here, you’re not royalty, you’re mine. Now... let’s see what a highborn like you is worth to me, besides a headache."